Whatever souls are made of
Better left unsaid
Brontë’s writing taught me something of the all-consuming, destructive capacities of love. But it was through previous readers that I truly felt the power of a shared experience.
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Oh Lorde, it’s sad girl autumn
With the release of two songs in the span of two months, Lorde had swiftly prompted the transition of hot girl summer into sad girl autumn.
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Evening pages
Studying the looking glass
Quiet nights, wherever they might be, are best saved for my journaling, to reflect on and sum up the day, while mornings are best for more public forms of writing.
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Muscle memory
Studying the looking glass
I’m working on accepting change, and acknowledging that the past can remain the past and still be remembered in all its nuance and glory.
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A rose-tinted screen
Studying the looking glass
As principles of love change in cinema, I observe them changing in my own life, evolving from simplistic to nuanced, from that of a child to that of an adult.
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Crisis management
Studying the looking glass
Maybe post-pandemic life for the average person should be about carving time for small moments of joy, to treat it as a key moment of crisis rather than an episode to be forgotten.
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Accepting my female gaze
Studying the looking glass
As I become more aware of the art I consume, I’m beginning to see the manifestation of gender in the tiniest of ways.
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Scar tissue and all
Studying the looking glass
As I follow the band’s journey, I don’t think that the path to happiness is linear. I’m not even sure if happiness should be the destination. In his book, Kiedis said it best: “This is my story, scar tissue and all.”
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In The Mood for Loneliness
Studying the looking glass
To watch Chow and Su’s love story in the midst of it all is a reminder of the fact that city life will always feel a little lonely — but to see my life reflected in film comforts my own peculiar urban loneliness.
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Merrily we role model along
This is a flowery way of saying that my resistance is defensive. Personal. A role model can be a hard thing to find in the gay community.
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